Ithaca Wither Wane Lyrics
Wither & Wane by Ithaca
Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that I will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
A blackened path
The flash of teeth
To light up the dark
For the long deceased
And now the grass is withering under my feet
I could say I'm sorry but I wouldn't mean it
I could say I'm sorry but I wouldn't mean it
I wouldn't mean it
Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that I will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
Wither(and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey
Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey
To scatter seeds that I will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
A blackened path
The flash of teeth
To light up the dark
For the long deceased
And now the grass is withering under my feet
I could say I'm sorry but I wouldn't mean it
I could say I'm sorry but I wouldn't mean it
I wouldn't mean it
Searching for something on the outside
To scatter seeds that I will never sow
Waning, wasting on the inside
I found nothing at the end of the road
Wither(and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey
Wither (and waste away)
Running (from slow decay)
The unholy (speaks my name)
A blackened path do all obey